Hyperspace Transmigration

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the big silver eyes manifested by the heavens have completely faded, and only Hongjun sits in the air with a pale face in the same place, his eyes staring tightly in the palm of his hand. Blood-red light ball, relieved.

"Nine heads??"

Below, the seven saints are all confused. They have never heard of this name since ancient times. Who is Huang Jiutou? Is it related to the human race?

Several saints muttered to themselves, and their eyes looked at Hongjun's direction and their pupils were full of questions.

"Teacher, I don't know what kind of character this Jiutou Clan is. It's worth the teacher to personally resurrect him from the past?"

Taoist Tongtian carried four swords on his back and looked up at Hongjun and asked.

The same goes for other saints, although they didn't ask, the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

"Nine heads?" Hongjun nodded, "It's my old friend!"

"It's just that the Tao is different."

Hongjun's old friend?

The faces of several saints were all taken aback? The existence of an old friend that Hongjun Daozu can call is naturally extraordinary, but why haven't they heard of it?

Moreover, the aura on the Nine Heads is not so shocking, it is just the realm of the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, how can it be worthy of Hongjun's old friend!

It's just that this question lingered in their hearts for a while and then melted away. They also guessed in their hearts that these Nine Heads probably existed in some ancient period, the era when Hongjun had not yet become Taoist ancestor.

There are very few records about that era, and there is not much biography. Naturally, these saints do not know it.

Hongjun stood there looking at a few apprentices, shook his head in his heart, raised his palm and tapped it lightly, and immediately the seven rays of light fell into the minds of the seven saints.

Suddenly there was a message in the souls of the seven saints.

...

After a full moment, the seven sages looked up strangely and looked at the blood-colored light ball in Hongjun's palm with inexplicable eyes.

"It's actually the king of Thailand?"

Emperor Tai, a terrifying existence in the Primordial Period.

It is said that it was born in Xingma Xianshan, where heaven and earth were conceived. At birth, there were nine heads, and each head was different, just like the original Pangu god, possessing nine transformations.

Xingma Xianshan was nurtured in the Primordial Famine and was born in the Far East. It was from there that the Emperor of Thailand rose from there and reached the top one of the strongest of that era step by step.

Today, Taikoo has collapsed, and much of the history has been annihilated in the long river of time. Even the saints such as Laozi can't peer into the past under the restraint of heaven.

In that era, the heaven and the earth were first opened, and the innate gods were born, and each one was unparalleled in the world, horizontally and horizontally. At that time, there were no races, only solitary individuals. Every individual was inherently unparalleled and sacred, and every one was extremely powerful. According to legend, in that era, the center of heaven and earth was not Buzhou Mountain, but located in the west. Somewhere in the region, there used to be a tall wood that penetrates the sky and the earth, supporting the whole sky and the earth like a spine.

At that time, there was no division between heaven and earth. There was no heaven, no underground mansion, but a big six that was perfectly round.

It was an era full of myths. Hongjun Daozu was born here, and the same rises here.

The Thai Emperor is also one of the legends of that era.

The messages that Hongjun passed to the seven saints did not introduce the Thai emperor too much, but simply described his origin and past, but the amount of information in it was amazing enough.

"Teacher, are all the records above true?"

"Yes!" Hongjun nodded.

The seven saints were even more shocked.

The Nine Heads of the Emperor of Thailand, one of the strongest myths in Taigu, is born with nine changes, just like Pangu. He ruled the heavens, known as the strongest emperor, and the oldest emperor. In order to prove the way with strength, he also tried to break the famine and break the fetters of heaven.

then……

The emperor of Thailand cut through the sky and built the wood with his own power, the heaven and the earth collapsed, and the heavens manifested.

In the end, he lost a battle with Heaven and fell on the banks of the Yellow River. The blood spread along the Yellow River to the entire wilderness, giving birth to many lives. Among them, the human race was one of the elves transformed by his blood.

There is not much information, but a simple description is enough to shock the saint.

"So that's the case, is this the reason why the Emperor Tai is called the Nine Heads of Human Emperor?"

Empress Houtu nodded.

She cherishes the love of the world, and all the worlds are the same in her eyes, and she naturally knows a lot about the human race.

The primordial human race has a large number base and a wide range of reproduction, but the birth period is too short, and the number of strong people is too small, so it has always been at one of the lowest levels of many races.

She once traveled to the human race as a common custom. She remembered a custom in the human race very clearly, that is, every festival, the human race will worship the ancestors of heaven and earth~www.readwn.com~ and said: "The Empress and the Queen are on the earth..." .

She once asked the ancestors of the human race, Zeng Yun: "The emperor and the earth are the ancestors and gods. It is tradition to worship the ancestors and the gods."

"It turns out that the Thai emperor in the biography is the emperor, representing the ancestor of the human race?"

Human Emperor Nine Heads, the oldest emperor, the strongest emperor, the strongest emperor, and now, under Hongjun's many calculations and arrangements, he will be resurrected from the past without hesitating to lose both sides.

It is too difficult to resurrect such an existence from under the eyes of Heavenly Dao. If it hadn't been for the huge amount of merit to counteract the Heavenly Dao and hurt its origin, Hongjun would have no way.

"Teacher, is your purpose in resurrecting him to prove success with power?"

"Right!" Hongjun nodded, "And today Dao is hit hard and the restraints are loose, even without my help, he can succeed!"

During the conversation, he gently raised his hand and squeezed the blood-red light ball suddenly, and a **** energy storm exploded, rolling up a terrifying **** vortex in the entire Purple Cloud Palace.

After a long time, the whirlpool slowly dissipated, and a tall middle-aged man stood there, standing in front of Hongjun.

This is a stalwart and tall person, just a glimpse of the supreme dignity rushing toward his face.

That is a kind of real nobility, referring to the soul, originating from fate.

He stood there without moving, his eyes were open, but the seven saints felt a different kind of depression, squatting like dragons and tigers, breathtaking.

You know, these nine heads are the quasi-sage pinnacle, and none of them has reached the level of a saint.

"Wake up!"

Looking at the middle-aged man, Hongjun waved his hand lightly, and a gray light suddenly radiated from his hand.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hong Jun?"